Fear Of Admittance.

Waking up to Amara awake, was like a blessing on Christmas morning. Without hesitation, Elijah had engulfed her into a hug, cherishing the warmth and fact that he was alright. Slowly, he felt her body relax in his hug and her hand began petting his back in a reassuring manner, letting him know all the more that despite all that had happened, she was alright. Yes, she was. Elijah comforted his quickly darkening thoughts. She wasn’t going to leave him like his mother. She was going to stay with him, forever. That thought alone, was enough to have calm the worry that had been eating away at him all night and his grip around her, relaxed. After a few more minutes, he had managed to calm his raging nerves, and when he was ready to let go, he did, albeit a bit reluctantly. However, Amara no longer looked okay. Color had drained from her face and Elijah once again, began to panic, thinking he had held her to tightly. “Mara?” He called out softly, taking her cheek in his hands. “Does it hurt a